@Absolis
Damn, that's gotta suck ^_^
Damn, that's gotta suck ^_^
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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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@SgtEasy
The orks are incredibly dangerous. However, the current orks are a mere fraction of their previous power. There were a group of orks that had maintained the power originally granted to them by the Great Old Ones, the Orks of Goro. These orks were so powerful a single Ork Boy was able to hold off a terminator. Their leader was a being of such immense physical and psionic might he was able to go toe to toe with the God Emperor, and broke the God Emperor's back. Their elite soldiers had the size and strength of PRIMARCHS. These orks were so much more powerful than standard orks, they're not even in the same league. And even then it's probable the original Orks were more powerful than even the Orks of Goro.
@Savato
Of course the villains will have OP shit. They always do. That's how stories work.
The point is that the villains won't work together. The tyranids are going to attack the Goa'uld, Outliners and Imperium in equal measure, and most likely they'll be responded to by a unification of both good and evil characters. Hell, even in 40k the tyranids are one of the few things that force everyone to work together. Even the Necron and the Blood Angels were forced to cooperate against the tyranid, and the Necron are literal soulless death machines. It's the reason the Tyranid exist.
The heroes, on the other hand, will unite. Nova is already starting to gather good guys, and is even trying to work with the Goa'uld. The art of cooperation is the greatest ability good guys have.
The orks are incredibly dangerous. However, the current orks are a mere fraction of their previous power. There were a group of orks that had maintained the power originally granted to them by the Great Old Ones, the Orks of Goro. These orks were so powerful a single Ork Boy was able to hold off a terminator. Their leader was a being of such immense physical and psionic might he was able to go toe to toe with the God Emperor, and broke the God Emperor's back. Their elite soldiers had the size and strength of PRIMARCHS. These orks were so much more powerful than standard orks, they're not even in the same league. And even then it's probable the original Orks were more powerful than even the Orks of Goro.
@Savato
Of course the villains will have OP shit. They always do. That's how stories work.
The point is that the villains won't work together. The tyranids are going to attack the Goa'uld, Outliners and Imperium in equal measure, and most likely they'll be responded to by a unification of both good and evil characters. Hell, even in 40k the tyranids are one of the few things that force everyone to work together. Even the Necron and the Blood Angels were forced to cooperate against the tyranid, and the Necron are literal soulless death machines. It's the reason the Tyranid exist.
The heroes, on the other hand, will unite. Nova is already starting to gather good guys, and is even trying to work with the Goa'uld. The art of cooperation is the greatest ability good guys have.
Warhammer 40k is awesome because it's the root of everything. Or at least most of the things people care about. The xenomorph comes from the tyranid, starcraft is a blatant 40k ripoff, the idea of elite soldiers in power armour (and even power armour in general) comes from warhammer 40k. Pretty much every sci-fi series or game can be linked to it in some way. Including xcom. Tall psychic blue-skinned aliens who are incredibly powerful yet highly rare? Eldar. Among other things, of course.
Also, it has one of the most expansive and interesting lores in the world. Did you know that, to a non-ork, ork technology doesn't work? The weapons they wield literally don't do anything, the wiring doesn't actually function. They're literally scrap thrown together. The only reason their weapons do anything other than explode is because of their immense psychic powers. They work because the orks believe they work, and their belief literally reshapes reality. Which is an ability they gained because they were originally designed by the Great Old Ones, the most psychically powerful species in the history of 40k.
Also, it has one of the most expansive and interesting lores in the world. Did you know that, to a non-ork, ork technology doesn't work? The weapons they wield literally don't do anything, the wiring doesn't actually function. They're literally scrap thrown together. The only reason their weapons do anything other than explode is because of their immense psychic powers. They work because the orks believe they work, and their belief literally reshapes reality. Which is an ability they gained because they were originally designed by the Great Old Ones, the most psychically powerful species in the history of 40k.
@Savato
Well, I did app Chaos, although I haven't actually done anything with them.....
Well, I did app Chaos, although I haven't actually done anything with them.....
@Wraithblade6@Tyki@supertinyking
High up in orbit, the clone vessels had detected the enemy fleet entering warp speeds. While it was usually impossible to properly detect a ship moving faster than light from a distance, the psychic void left by these ships made every psionic being on board constantly aware of it's exact location. Almost like a giant psionic middle finger made of fear. As such, despite the fleet disappearing from the scanners, it was clear that they had not left this universe, but had merely accelerated to several times the speed of light. This might surprise the clones, as the forces of Chaos had no need for ftl travel, instead using the warp as a method of transportation. However, this was nothing compared to the surprise that was felt as the ships unexpectedly arrived in the solar system.
There were approximately 200 ships, the largest of which were two dozen kilometers long. And yet they came not with the trademark plasteel plating of the Chaos warships, but clad in hardened organic materials. Thermal readings showed that every single one of the ships was alive, propelling itself through an advanced fusion reactor somehow located within a living being. Immense tendrils reached out into the depths of space, covered in barbs and blades. Rows of canons prepared themselves, filled not with traditional ammunition or advanced energy weaponry, but with the highly advanced electrolysing acid utilized by the Tyranid. It bore no name, carried no signal, and sent no warning. An armada of merciless killing machines had just entered the solar system, and suddenly the forces of chaos seemed so much further away.
The immense ships seemed to hover around the planets at the edge of the solar system, sending down hails of pods. Meanwhile, the tendrils reached down onto the planets themselves, draining whatever atmosphere those worlds possessed. Hordes of tiny creatures set about digesting the planets, digging into the outer layers to recover any and all mineral value from them. Entire worlds were stripped bare before the clones' eyes as the ships advanced, seeming to have no goal besides their relentless hunger. For the moment the ships seemed to pay no mind to the clone fleet, although it was almost certain they had been detected. Possibly the clones just weren't looking tasty enough, or possibly they were betting on the clones remaining still to protect the Earth. Either way, the clones and all their allies found themselves suddenly on the menu of this tiny little hive-fleet.
High up in orbit, the clone vessels had detected the enemy fleet entering warp speeds. While it was usually impossible to properly detect a ship moving faster than light from a distance, the psychic void left by these ships made every psionic being on board constantly aware of it's exact location. Almost like a giant psionic middle finger made of fear. As such, despite the fleet disappearing from the scanners, it was clear that they had not left this universe, but had merely accelerated to several times the speed of light. This might surprise the clones, as the forces of Chaos had no need for ftl travel, instead using the warp as a method of transportation. However, this was nothing compared to the surprise that was felt as the ships unexpectedly arrived in the solar system.
There were approximately 200 ships, the largest of which were two dozen kilometers long. And yet they came not with the trademark plasteel plating of the Chaos warships, but clad in hardened organic materials. Thermal readings showed that every single one of the ships was alive, propelling itself through an advanced fusion reactor somehow located within a living being. Immense tendrils reached out into the depths of space, covered in barbs and blades. Rows of canons prepared themselves, filled not with traditional ammunition or advanced energy weaponry, but with the highly advanced electrolysing acid utilized by the Tyranid. It bore no name, carried no signal, and sent no warning. An armada of merciless killing machines had just entered the solar system, and suddenly the forces of chaos seemed so much further away.
The immense ships seemed to hover around the planets at the edge of the solar system, sending down hails of pods. Meanwhile, the tendrils reached down onto the planets themselves, draining whatever atmosphere those worlds possessed. Hordes of tiny creatures set about digesting the planets, digging into the outer layers to recover any and all mineral value from them. Entire worlds were stripped bare before the clones' eyes as the ships advanced, seeming to have no goal besides their relentless hunger. For the moment the ships seemed to pay no mind to the clone fleet, although it was almost certain they had been detected. Possibly the clones just weren't looking tasty enough, or possibly they were betting on the clones remaining still to protect the Earth. Either way, the clones and all their allies found themselves suddenly on the menu of this tiny little hive-fleet.
@Flamelord
Sorry, didn't see your post. I'll edit in a response to Ruiko.
Sorry, didn't see your post. I'll edit in a response to Ruiko.
@SgtEasy@Tyki@Absolis
There was no need to check on Banha. Nova was well aware what the Batarian's answer was. And the Batarian in question would be well aware that there was no need to answer. They would form the basis, the first to ally with the New Imperium. From here he would extend his conquest, through friendship and force. He had been cast into the chaos of the multiverse, and yet he would take hold of this chaos. He would place himself above it, and he would control it. Battle it. He would forge a new multiverse, one where order rules supreme. He would recreate the multiverse in his image, and it would be glorious.
"Now, we consolidate. There are several in this world who could form valuable allies. There are several allies of mine who have left this world, and whom I wish to retrieve." Nova looked over at Stephen, and smiled. He knew that this man was a valuable asset. Just from the speed he had displayed he would form a powerful ally in battle, and he seemed unintimidated by Nova's power. Those of feeble reasoning were prone to false worship, and foolishness. It was good to find a warrior who knew when to skip the pleasantries. "You're a skilled warrior. I wish to rid this world, and every other, of the darkness that plagues humanity. I cannot read your mind, and as such I can only guess at your motives. But your actions show your concern at the lives of others." He nodded over at the Yakuza, who were recuperating in the distance. "Join me, and you may save many more."
He then continued to further matters. It wasn't in his way to wait for answers. As the perfect human, others tended to be unable to keep up with him, and as such he left them to work through matters at their own pace. It was around this thought that he realized the Golden Throne stood before him, fully completed. It wasn't a perfect replica, of course. There were some parts that even the God Emperor didn't fully understand, and the Kolons had taken some.... artistic licenses. Nova made a point of checking through the kolons' minds for any and all alterations they had made to the Throne's design. However, it seemed to have been completed, at full functionality. To be able to build it so quickly - hell, to build it at all! - was a truly astounding feat. The God Emperor smiled to himself. "I should hire you guys on full-time, if you can produce results like this."
A stranger spoke. Nova had sensed him approach, but had also realized he had no malicious intent. "Your cat creature transformed several beings against their will, erasing their personality and soul in the process. Perhaps you should alter your standards, Absolis." Nova looked over to the strange man. He noticed the stretched-out hand, but had no intention of taking it. "I have employed your creatures, that their intelligence might be turned towards a greater purpose. However, I recommend that you more carefully monitor it's activities in the future. Regardless, I am going to require your assistance. You will tell me everything you know about the Conablum Labs security, and it's offensive capabilities. I understand that killing denizens of your universe is not permanent, which will make taking offensive action far easier." He could of course take such knowledge directly from Absolis' mind. However, his will was strong, and his resistance would most likely shatter his sanity. Physical injuries could be healed, but the mind was much trickier.
Once more Nova walked away, not caring for Absolis' answer. He would speak to Nova, because Nova was his one real shot at destroying Conablum labs, and keeping Cyano in check. And because if he did not, the consequences might spell out doom for untold innocents. Currently it was important he focused on the act of acquiring allies, several of whom's presences he had already sensed. He would also need to retrieve the Terminal the Dark Outliners had taken from him, that he could retrieve his allies. To this goal he intended to use the Golden Throne, and to finish the work he had started over 10.000 years ago. The act that had started this all. Sitting down, he could feel his soul being amplified, absorbing and channeling power from the warp. The Golden Throne could not be moved from the point of it's construction, for it's mere presence weakened the reality around it. were it to be moved, it would tear open this world, and unleash the monsters from the realm beyond. But as a support platform, it functioned excellently.
Despite the Goa'uld's nature as parasitic creatures, they had a sense of self preservation, and could form useful allies in the coming conflict. While usually Nova would place himself above allying with such creatures, the current situation left him a beggar, not a chooser. As such, he contacted the Goa'uld deity directly through his telepathy. "Greetings, Ba'al of the Goa'uld. My name is Nova, Supreme Emperor of Mankind. You have no doubt received my earlier message, and yet you remain on this world. This indicates that you wish to enforce some claim to it. I would advise against it, as any offensive action on this world will result in your people's elimination. You have no doubt seen my supposed death, and know as such that I cannot be killed, and have every intention of controlling this world. Come to the location of my throne, but do so in peace. The fate of your species may defend on it... God." Nova's last statement dripped with sarcasm, which was made abundantly clear through the telepathic communication. Those who would call themselves Gods were fools, obsessed with what little power they held. The rational mind had no place for those who would place themselves above nature.
Meanwhile, he ensured the Kolons did not run amok. While it would have been cruel to control them, he did not wish to have his newly acquired allies turned into cats. As such, he instead provided them with a wealth of knowledge, much like he had done with Banha. No focus on anything in particular, as much of the Imperium's waste disposal as it's planetary defensive measures. The Kolons were creative creatures, delighting in creating scientific breakthroughs of all sorts. Provided with such knowledge, he had no doubt they would unleash a horde of equally strange and devastating machines, some of which might even be of use to him. But more importantly they had no intention of causing harm to others, and as such would most likely not cause any destruction while so occupied.
There was no need to check on Banha. Nova was well aware what the Batarian's answer was. And the Batarian in question would be well aware that there was no need to answer. They would form the basis, the first to ally with the New Imperium. From here he would extend his conquest, through friendship and force. He had been cast into the chaos of the multiverse, and yet he would take hold of this chaos. He would place himself above it, and he would control it. Battle it. He would forge a new multiverse, one where order rules supreme. He would recreate the multiverse in his image, and it would be glorious.
"Now, we consolidate. There are several in this world who could form valuable allies. There are several allies of mine who have left this world, and whom I wish to retrieve." Nova looked over at Stephen, and smiled. He knew that this man was a valuable asset. Just from the speed he had displayed he would form a powerful ally in battle, and he seemed unintimidated by Nova's power. Those of feeble reasoning were prone to false worship, and foolishness. It was good to find a warrior who knew when to skip the pleasantries. "You're a skilled warrior. I wish to rid this world, and every other, of the darkness that plagues humanity. I cannot read your mind, and as such I can only guess at your motives. But your actions show your concern at the lives of others." He nodded over at the Yakuza, who were recuperating in the distance. "Join me, and you may save many more."
He then continued to further matters. It wasn't in his way to wait for answers. As the perfect human, others tended to be unable to keep up with him, and as such he left them to work through matters at their own pace. It was around this thought that he realized the Golden Throne stood before him, fully completed. It wasn't a perfect replica, of course. There were some parts that even the God Emperor didn't fully understand, and the Kolons had taken some.... artistic licenses. Nova made a point of checking through the kolons' minds for any and all alterations they had made to the Throne's design. However, it seemed to have been completed, at full functionality. To be able to build it so quickly - hell, to build it at all! - was a truly astounding feat. The God Emperor smiled to himself. "I should hire you guys on full-time, if you can produce results like this."
A stranger spoke. Nova had sensed him approach, but had also realized he had no malicious intent. "Your cat creature transformed several beings against their will, erasing their personality and soul in the process. Perhaps you should alter your standards, Absolis." Nova looked over to the strange man. He noticed the stretched-out hand, but had no intention of taking it. "I have employed your creatures, that their intelligence might be turned towards a greater purpose. However, I recommend that you more carefully monitor it's activities in the future. Regardless, I am going to require your assistance. You will tell me everything you know about the Conablum Labs security, and it's offensive capabilities. I understand that killing denizens of your universe is not permanent, which will make taking offensive action far easier." He could of course take such knowledge directly from Absolis' mind. However, his will was strong, and his resistance would most likely shatter his sanity. Physical injuries could be healed, but the mind was much trickier.
Once more Nova walked away, not caring for Absolis' answer. He would speak to Nova, because Nova was his one real shot at destroying Conablum labs, and keeping Cyano in check. And because if he did not, the consequences might spell out doom for untold innocents. Currently it was important he focused on the act of acquiring allies, several of whom's presences he had already sensed. He would also need to retrieve the Terminal the Dark Outliners had taken from him, that he could retrieve his allies. To this goal he intended to use the Golden Throne, and to finish the work he had started over 10.000 years ago. The act that had started this all. Sitting down, he could feel his soul being amplified, absorbing and channeling power from the warp. The Golden Throne could not be moved from the point of it's construction, for it's mere presence weakened the reality around it. were it to be moved, it would tear open this world, and unleash the monsters from the realm beyond. But as a support platform, it functioned excellently.
Despite the Goa'uld's nature as parasitic creatures, they had a sense of self preservation, and could form useful allies in the coming conflict. While usually Nova would place himself above allying with such creatures, the current situation left him a beggar, not a chooser. As such, he contacted the Goa'uld deity directly through his telepathy. "Greetings, Ba'al of the Goa'uld. My name is Nova, Supreme Emperor of Mankind. You have no doubt received my earlier message, and yet you remain on this world. This indicates that you wish to enforce some claim to it. I would advise against it, as any offensive action on this world will result in your people's elimination. You have no doubt seen my supposed death, and know as such that I cannot be killed, and have every intention of controlling this world. Come to the location of my throne, but do so in peace. The fate of your species may defend on it... God." Nova's last statement dripped with sarcasm, which was made abundantly clear through the telepathic communication. Those who would call themselves Gods were fools, obsessed with what little power they held. The rational mind had no place for those who would place themselves above nature.
Meanwhile, he ensured the Kolons did not run amok. While it would have been cruel to control them, he did not wish to have his newly acquired allies turned into cats. As such, he instead provided them with a wealth of knowledge, much like he had done with Banha. No focus on anything in particular, as much of the Imperium's waste disposal as it's planetary defensive measures. The Kolons were creative creatures, delighting in creating scientific breakthroughs of all sorts. Provided with such knowledge, he had no doubt they would unleash a horde of equally strange and devastating machines, some of which might even be of use to him. But more importantly they had no intention of causing harm to others, and as such would most likely not cause any destruction while so occupied.
@Absolis
Makes sense. But it would be out of character for Nova not to notice it. After all, he's constantly psionically aware of his surroundings. And the Golden Throne sends out a strong enough psionic signal to be detected from the other side of the galaxy.
Also, I totally predicted that shit. I was mid-post when I noticed your post in the OOC, and I'm making a point of mind-reading the Kolons to figure out what they did.
Makes sense. But it would be out of character for Nova not to notice it. After all, he's constantly psionically aware of his surroundings. And the Golden Throne sends out a strong enough psionic signal to be detected from the other side of the galaxy.
Also, I totally predicted that shit. I was mid-post when I noticed your post in the OOC, and I'm making a point of mind-reading the Kolons to figure out what they did.
@Absolis
Well, that certainly went a lot faster than expected.... I mean, it took the God Emperor, like, a hundred years to build that thing....
Well, that certainly went a lot faster than expected.... I mean, it took the God Emperor, like, a hundred years to build that thing....
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